"What kind of justice is this?"
Eleanor stared at the scenes playing on the screen, crossing her arms and curling her lips disdainfully, "Looks like an over-the-top theatrical performance."
"This is the most standard justice execution process."
Roman sighed helplessly, "No wonder you bumpkins from the countryside can't even appreciate the beauty."
"Lord Judge, what were the crimes of that sinner?"
Lin Lan fixed his gaze on the sinner howling on the ground. Compared to the extravagantly styled hero, the defeated criminal was the very image of an evildoer.
His limbs were short and stout, he hunched over, his hair sparse and messy, nose flat, and bore a pair of unsightly triangular eyes.
And then, there was the hero bathed in petals, a handsome man with long, silky silver hair. His movements were graceful, his expression confident, adorned in silver armor etched with patterns, his cape billowing behind him.
